Pale blue dot in an endless void,
This rock has turned again and
the skies are swapping places
once more,
Regrets of things done or not done
drag behind on the ground
like a chain,
whilst hope for the new day
flies ahead and above like a kite,
A day closer to death or
a day well spent?
Either way, tomorrow it begins anew;
So turn, turn and turn again,
Pale blue dot in an endless void